Instead of cowering in fear like most would, Dexter glared right back at the Grim Reaper, who was brandishing his scythe. Dexter pulled his coat back to reveal his equally as intimidating gun, the one he had used in his first battle. Grim had challenged him to a mock duel, just to see who would win, him with his reaper powers and scythe, and Dexter with whatever inventions he could fit in his coat.
Mandy blew the whistle, and Grim darted forward, slamming his scythe into the ground. A fissure cracked through the earth and in front of Dexter's feet. Dexter smiled and shot down it, hitting the demons that were supposed to get him in the face. He jumped out of the way when a few escaped and flew at him rapidly, but he used his watch's laser to deflect their attacks. He heard Grim's wild cackling behind him, and, with amazing precision, kicked a demon out of his way and charged forward towards him.
Grim dodged and Dexter ran at him again. When Grim lifted his scythe and swung, he heard consecutive gasps, but he knew they were gasping for nothing.
Because he had just beat the Grim Reaper.
Grim looked down in horror -ironic, huh, the icon of horror looking down in horror?- at the gun sticking in his face, and the second in his chest while Dexter's arm wrapped around his own and held the scythe in place, not allowing it to go any further. He knocked it out of Grim's hands and kicked it away. Grim, defenseless, bowed his head.
"Good job, boy," he mumbled, "but I was just going easy on you. I could kill you at any time I want."
"Oh, really?" Dexter smirked, glancing down.
Grim looked down and jumped. A tube of energy swarmed around him, and Dexter released him and backed away from the tube, not wanting to be trapped. The energy bubbled and spun before settling on the reaper. Grim gaped at Dexter. "That disables any powers you have. And I have your scythe," Dexter explained.
Grim chuckled. "Good job."
Mandy smirked atop her chair. "A, what, nine year old boy just beat the Grim Reaper, albeit a genius nine year old. Billy, you owe me five bucks."
Billy pouted and handed over the money.